obligation

So perhaps it is such that happiness is a duty. The gentle pursuit of happiness is a duty. Pursuit being the wrong word. In my happiness I offer to the world innocent, anonymous gifts.

Bitterness, anger, jealousy, discontent are easier and weak. Weak being the wrong word.

Our obligation is to be humbled by our on-going attempts to live here now. Nothing is to be done simply to get it over with.

Other people have the answers to our big questions. To our small questions.

There is an obligation to find solace within. An obligation to be gentle with ourselves. This is it. It doesn't get any better than this moment.

What I am feeling is what I am feeling. There is no right way to feel.

These thoughts, at the moment, obviously coming forth from past readings in the buddhist realm...

an obligation to accept our reality and to also create it--to the extent that we're able...